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When I was Growing up I was always Told I had to work Hard to get Inside the Door and once I got Inside my job was to open it for Others. I am Opening the Door and Knocking it Off its Hinges. I'm an American Sappho c/s Who Else?

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Tuesday, January 28, 2014

RULES FOR FLOW: TO THE COMMONS, Pomona II

RULES FOR FLOW: TO THE COMMONS, Pomona II

No time for editing only for flow.

So at times you will see errors in tow.

That's okay take it and make it your own.

My verses are free; they belong to none.

If you can make it better, all power

to you, take it without a copywright.

Does a leaf charge a tax to the lonely?

Does an ocean say, "no, it's mine only?"

This chaos doesn't belong inside me.

I need you to take it give me relief.

A verse is a gift that is unwanted.

It applies all the pressure of a tourniqet,

to stop the bleeding of humanity,

and give it a just opportunity.

This Sonnet is a Fictional Work. Any perceived, apparent, or implied relationship to entities or persons is coincidental.

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“No cachas ni piches ni dejas jugar”

The person who merely watches the flight of a bird gathers the impression that the bird has nothing to think of but the flapping of its wings. As a matter of fact this is a very small part of its mental labor. To even mention all the things the bird must constantly keep in mind in order to fly securely through the air would take a considerable part of the evening.

Wilbur Wright

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The Contents of this Sonnetblog are Fictional; any and all Resemblances to Persons or Places are Purely Coincidental. C/S